Money in the bank, gas in the tankSay you wanna get a little crazyYour hands up on my knees, such a little teaseI'm actin' like it ain't gonna phase meGirl tonight the world is oursShootin' like some southern starsFrom the backseat down a backstreet of your heart

Ridin' these FM wavesBurnin' these reckless daysI can't wait to get a tasteSo get a little closer, a little closerBlowin' these country roadsTearin' off eachother's clothesHeads back, curl up them toesAnd get a little closer, a little closer

Waylon in my truck, whiskey in this cupDancin' with your back up on the consoleBrush your hair back from your eyesPut your fingertips in mineGirl, pull me back until tomorrowSet the evening sky on fireBurning up with that desireFrom the backseat down a backstreet in your heart

Ridin' these FM wavesBurnin' these reckless daysI can't wait to get a tasteSo get a little closer, a little closerBlowin' these country roadsTearin' off eachother's clothesHeads back, curl up them toesAnd get a little closer, a little closer

I know just what you doWhen your bodies moveIt's like you're saying comeCome and chase meAin't got much love to proveI'm about to loseAnd girl it's overJust get closer

I know just what you doWhen your bodies moveIt's like you're saying comeCome and chase meAin't got much love to proveI'm about to loseAnd girl it's overJust get closer

Ridin' these FM wavesBurnin' these reckless daysI can't wait to get a tasteSo get a little closer, a little closerBlowin' these country roadsTearin' off eachother's clothesHeads back, curl up them toesAnd get a little closer, a little closer